Christ almighty, can I go one week without listening to some hussy complaining that the man she married is a “mama’s boy”? I mean, seriously. Shit’s old. Shit’s played out. If they didn’t see it before the Wedding Day, they…

… Ever since that whole “4:20, the most dangerous time of the day for your children” expose on the local NBC affiliate, I’ve monitored who buys all the Visine at the Rite Aid around the corner. I will not let…

I’ll tell you what: Elizabeth Giran knows how to dress, looking all soft porn when she strolls up in Judge Toler’s courtroom. She also knows how to shop to dress. Because her Indian-American husband of a year, Sunny, says that…

So, last night I hit the Metro‘s 10th anniversary party. Good times, good people. We also hit the Metro’s 10th anniversary post-party. It was at Jolly’s, the piano bar that moved from 17th and Walnut (across from the Philly Weekly…